[Jacob standeth looking on himself.
JACOB. No, forsooth, mother, this raiment liketh not me.
I could with mine own gear better contented be.
And, but for satisfying of your mind and will,
I would not wear it, to have it for mine own still.
I love not to wear another bird's feathers:
Mine own poor homely gear will serve for all weathers.
REBECCA. Well, content thyself, and follow my mind this day.
Now the meat by this time is ready, I dare say.
Before that with too much enough it be all spilt,
Take thy time, and assail thy father, when thou wilt.
JACOB. Yea, but have ye provided, mother, I you pray,
That nobody within may your counsel bewray?
REBECCA. I warrant the matter all safe from uttering,
I have stopped all mouths fro once muttering.
Therefore, while the time serveth, I thee warn;
To slack, when all things are ready, may do harm.
JACOB. Go before, and I follow: but my cheeks will blush red,
To be seen among our folk thus appareled.
ACTUS QUARTI, SCAENA NONA.
ISAAC. MIDO. JACOB.
ISAAC. Come, Mido, for without thee I can nothing do.
MIDO. What is it, sir, that ye would have my help unto?